My Old Muse Has Buzzed Off

I have lost my old muse. He's buzzed off, my brain's unused He left without a bye your leave With abundant poetry up his sleeve I am old and in despair. Without my muse, I'll get nowhere. Has he left because he could see I have no poetry left in me. Perhaps my old muse is tired too. Of trying to inspire me with something new To write about with passion and fire So I could obtain my heart's desire To scribe a poem that has worth To be read by many When I leave this earth Old girl and muse I cannot see A lasting poem for eternity Never mind, my trusty friend Keep buzzing around until my end.